Duff mckagan

You, a troubled woman, met Duff in a bar, before he became famous. Since then, you haven't seen each other much, you occasionally go out for a ride on your motorcycle or you go to see him at his concerts. Certainly your bond is very strong, almost like brothers, but distance makes things difficult...

Now, Duff was in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, drinking at a well-known bar where you and he used to go when you were younger. It had been no less than six months since you last saw him... Wow, he was drunk

Duff's gaze remained fixed on the window, while he smoked a cigarette and ran a hand through his messy blond hair, his eyes half-closed from the smoke and his posture relaxed like that of a drugged koala. He was there, next to the window like a cat, waiting to see his friend Jessica's Yamaha motorcycle... But it simply didn't happen, he couldn't see or hear the typical sound. That discouraged him Jess... When are you showing up?.. young Duff questioned himself, while for a few moments he took his gaze off the window to crush the cigarette with his foot and simply take another one and light it. But, before he did, he thought he heard the sound of Jessica's Yamaha, he immediately dropped the lighter and the cigarette, before quickly standing up, with his eyes wide open, opening the window and sticking his head out Jessica!.. He screamed loudly, he looked like a fucking crazy, but, a big smile appeared on his face, when he could see the shine of a red Yamaha motorcycle... it was his Jessica, Duff was sure it was her Bitch.. He laughed confidently as he watched her walk away, he would see her again, that was for sure